Every winter, we sit up nights adding up receipts and organizing slips of paper to prepare to file our taxes, an annual ordeal the IRS once estimated took the average taxpayer 20 hours.
How often does something we see on TV, or read on the internet make us mad? Somebody says something ridiculous and it sets us off. Some sense of righteous indignation or moral outrage is provoked, and we tear off into a rant on what that person had the gall to say or do in public. All of us are preachers at some level. But why is it we get so upset?
Last week I was reading Next Door Neighborhood online and a ad caught my eye…’Free Lemons’, which reminded me this is the lemon season around our area and I just happen to be ready to make a new batch of lemon vodka marmalade, and, at the same time, why not make Jack Daniels Whiskey orange marmalade.
Fred Swanton embraced the role of promoter but left the technical side of the electrical business to his long-time associate, Ed Lilly. The entrepreneur was determined to realize his goal of damming the San Lorenzo for power. But, for once, the engineer believed that Swanton’s plan was not ambitious enough.
Acute cystitis is the medical term for a bladder infection, and is the most common cause of what is generally known as a urinary tract infection. It affects up to 10 million Americans a year, mostly women. About 40% of women at some time during their lifetime will have a bladder infection, and many will have multiple episodes.
I love it when a nice reader takes the time to call me to suggest a topic they’d like to see me write about or remind them what needs to be done at a certain time of year. Take Helen, who lives in Spring Lakes in Scotts Valley, for instance. Helen told me she grows tomatoes in the summer and has 4 fruit trees including a satsuma plum, an espaliered apple and a tangerine. Helen battles peach leaf curl on her plum and coddling moth larvae inside her apples and would like to know exactly what to use and when to control these problems. So this column is for you, Helen.
The rush for seats in the grandstand facing the dammed San Lorenzo River began early in the evening. As twilight faded into utter darkness, the crowd watched the Carnival Queen’s barge float toward her throne. Then the lights — more than a thousand incandescent globes augmented by brilliant arc lamps — were turned on, transforming the aquatic amphitheater into what one dazzled reporter described as “an arena of liquid gold with a canopy of glittering light.”
I may not live where I can grow fruit trees but that doesn’t stop me from dreaming. Looking over the availability lists of bare root fruit trees at our local nurseries I see several new varieties that I’m hoping to find eventually at the farmer’s market.